Little one with the two big eyes and bigger sights aimed high Wonder how the time flies right by Well you blink and it's a hundred years meanwhile I'm stuck here I couldn't sleep going on these couple weeks convinced I'd disappear So I packed my things to go for the journey back home Held in the palm of the hand, held it a little too close These times are sharpening knives push me aside Turn your back on me now, I think you'll be surprised The end is really the beginning You'll find out when I return Your friends are made of tearing paper You'll find out when I return And jealousy a wicked man it can make Destroying innocence and anything else it faced That got in its way I left a lot behind when I said goodbye I know from left to right we shifted side to side I jumbled up some words I heard from you late at night: "Don't put your heart in my hands, I don't hold anything at all important" Was that a warning? Well the end is really the beginning You'll find out when I return You better put your hands together You'll find out when I return The end is really the beginning You'll find out when I return The end is really the beginning You'll find out when I return The end is really the beginning You'll find out when I return The end is really the beginning You'll find out when I return When I return When I return